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| Then What's Wrong With My Eyes? |
It just doesn't make sense.
Why does it always have to?
Because only a fool would be so illogical. So irrational.
Some things in life are illogical. That doesn't make them untrue.
That's ridiculous. They probably are logical if investigated a little further, rather than simply accepted blindly at face value. And if they’re not logical, they’re probably not true.
I don't understand how you can say that. After everything you've learned. After all I've taught you.
What you've taught me is to think for myself. To question everything before blessing it with acceptance. And there is no evidence whatsoever.
In fact, I could create an equally believable scenario.
The only difference would be the number who believed me.
And yet the fact that some people believed my lie
would not make it true.
It would only make them into fools, firmly believing something totally ridiculous. Totally Untrue.
And the funny part is,
after they'd begun believing me,
their belief would grow more and more adamant.
More resolute.
The more they learned of the intricacies of my ruse,
the unavoidable contradictions as the complexity grew,
The more they knew deep down that I was a sham,
The firmer would grow their conviction.
For no one wants to look like a naïve fool.
And to believe something without a shred of evidence to support it,
except for other people saying it's true also,
be they alive or in print,
that is to be a fool.
A dolt.
An idiot.
Common knowledge is not true until it is proven.
The earth was never flat regardless of what people once thought.
And to describe events
that are better explained through randomness and fate
by a convenient oral or written explanation,
when every single factual piece of reality points opposite,
is to be experiencing the ultimate in self-delusion.
Trapped by a crowd mentality,
that commands you to believe that it is wrong to think otherwise.
So many people thinking the same thing can't all be wrong,
can they?
And yet they can.
History says so.
Repeatedly.
And what evidence do you have? Simply the fact that you,
and a whole lot of other people like you,
think you're right.
And everybody else is wrong. Period.
No gray area.
No medium. compromise. middle ground.
It's Black or White.
Right or Wrong.
And you're Right.
And I'm Wrong.
The only problem is that all facts support me.
And you know it.
So you group together.
Gain strength in numbers.
Together you stand.
And you send your members into places of power.
To control even those who think otherwise.
Because control is the name of the game.
That's what it's all really about.
You want me to do what you tell me to do.
But you don't have a logical reason to convince me to do it.
So you make up a convenient, quick lie.
Based on the Big One.
And how can I dispute you?
You're older, smarter, wiser, bigger, you'll hit me if I disagree.
And besides, a whole lot of other old, smart, wise, big people are on your side.
And they'll also hit me if I disagree.
So I don't disagree.
At least not out loud.
Who wants to get hit?
Who wants to get bitched at?
Not I.
The hassle’s not worth the aggravation.
So I allow your delusion to continue, unchecked.
In fact, in time, I tire of your incessant onslaughts.
I even begin to believe maybe what you're selling is interesting.
So I learn the very most basic parts of it.
And it's all kind of convenient.
It makes me feel good.
Though my senses see nothing.
As there is nothing to be seen.
Save the blurred vision of my mind's eye.
But you tell me there's incontrovertible proof to support it.
And eventually that's good enough for me.
So I quit questioning it.
You slam me every time I do.
Or at least you respond with a glib, reasonable answer.
Another lie, to cover the overall one.
And I believe you.
I even grow guilty when I question you.
So I struggle to stop questioning.
I ask for help when the obvious contradictions and errors
begin to work in on me.
And I'm having trouble resisting Reality.
The Truth is beginning to overwhelm me.
But we fight the Truth together, you and I.
With the sword of The Lie,
and the shield of Undeniability.
Eventually, with a lot of work and care,
we succeed.
And we relax back into our blissful ignorance.
Time passes.
And new lives enter ours.
Children, perhaps.
Other family members or new friends.
And we talk a lot with them.
About all subjects.
And when talk comes around to this,
naturally I try to convince them of my theories.
And if they disagree, I'm insulted.
So I try more adamantly to convince them.
And if I'm brighter and quicker,
or at least more vocal than them,
I might even succeed in convincing them.
And then the rewards are heaped on.
The new soul-mates are brought into the inner circle.
Blessings of all the other members are showered on.
Smiles and friendship overflow.
And our new friends finally belong.
To something. Someone.
And if the Truth is taunting them,
we'll fight it together.
After all, we don't want to look like a pack of fools.
And if, after all the effort we've put into promoting and
believing our lie,
we were publicly proven wrong,
in error,
stupid,
our lives would end.
We would lose all hope.
The meaning would leave our lives.
And we would cease to have anything in common
with the members of our group,
as this is our common theme.
So we would be alone.
Lost.
And that is just plain unacceptable.
It's much easier and more pleasant to simply promote the Lie.
Conquer the infidels.
Stay on top and in power.
We can't prove it ourselves,
but they can't disprove us either.
So we're even.
And I'm on top.
With my people.
And we like it that way.
We pretend we are persecuted, so that we can excuse our means
to our various deviant self-serving ends.
But really, we rule.
And our one flaw,
that of being opposite the Truth,
can be buried. Concealed.
Protected.
Defended.
If you don't believe like us,
we'll hurt you.
Badly.
We'll kill you if we can.
And often, we can.
For we have power.
The power that comes in numbers.
Of being the Majority.
And we will crush you if you oppose us.
Or we will bless you with riches if you join us.
The choice is a matter of pleasure levels.
We offer peace and comfort.
Happiness.
If you can't live with our price,
we offer death. In this world and the next.
So you decide.
It's really not that bad.
It doesn't matter whether it's true or not.
Just do it.
To question is to be our enemy.
And you don't want to be our enemy.
Trust me.
Go ahead.
Be one of the many.
With purpose in our lives,
as a prize for believing.
Look, they can't prove it's not true.
Some things just can't be proved by Science.
Some things are greater than Truth.
Who are you to say you know more than me
and a billion like me?
Who's probably right? You or a billion other people?
We are.
So come on, join us.
Say it! Believe it!
Or else.
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